Xeph smiled at Nikhila. "I don't particularly want, no," he admitted. "I would if you wanted to, though."
He reassured Nikhila that if there weren't any marshmallows to be had, he would provide them. Not exactly the glorified prey he had always dream of hunting down for his mate but hey, if she wanted marshmallows he'd stalk them and kill them and carry them back to her, damnit.
.. or he'd stop at a convenient store on the way home.
Whatever. So long as they were happy, and they pretty much were.
((ooc: Nikhila and Xeph out!))
The Internet is Better
It was a chilly, sunny day. Xeph was a wolf of his word, so around noon he pounced on his very pregnant almost-wife (in a nonthreatening, playful way of course) and told her it was time to shop. She had wanted shopping. And lunch or dinner would have to happen as well, because if Xeph was going to expend energy wrestling the raging hordes away from his mate, he would require sustenance.
He suppressed a groan as they parked his SUV in the outdoor parking of the mall, and told himself that the sooner they did this, the sooner they could finish. Hopping out, he went around the passenger side. He held his arms out for Nikhila and didn't assist her out but rather lifted her gently and set her upon her feet on the pavement. He retrieved her purse from behind her seat and handed it to her before locking the car.
He regarded the enormous mall a little apprehensively. There were so many better ways to shop. Like, the internet. And, the internet.
"So, where do you want to start?" He asked Nikhila. "And what exactly are we buying? You have a list right?"
He sure hoped she had a list. Nikhila always had lists. She was the organizational guru he was not. The yin to his yang. The ham to his potatoes. Or something.
Xeph
13 years ago